Chapter 62: 'not some lab rat'

"Thank goodness!" Ayeka breathed. Smoothing Mayuka's hair, giving her a squeeze. "You see?" She told the child smiling. Holding her own raging emotions in check. "Nobuyuki's going to be fine!"

"Too early to 'count blessings' I'm afraid!" Washu told her. Not even pausing to glance over her shoulder. "We are definitely not out of the woods yet!"

"But, but I thought." The princess stammered, with Mayuka looking poignantly on.

"I've managed to stabilize him, just barely!" Washu muttered loudly, glancing. "His metabolism can't remain at this level for an extended period!" Ayeka favored a guarded look at the child uncertain what to do. "At such low metabolic rate he'll slip into a coma and die!" Washu added, her hands moving about their tasks.

"Well, There must be something you can do?" Ayeka whispered. Washu turned, about to speak. Whatever it was, seemed to just hang in her throat upon seeing Mayuka's face upturned and questing.

"Damn it!" She muttered, returning to work. Noticing how red the blood on her hands seemed to be. "I'm a scientist! Not even a real doctor!" She thought angrily. Perhaps she was being a tad unfair to herself. She had, after all performed hundreds of surgical procedures.

"But by god this isn't a lab rat!" Washu answered the thought. Her experience with pure base line human anatomy was rather sketchy at best! Having had no prolong interest in Nobuyuki since she'd determine he'd inherited no Jurian abilities from being a descendant of Katsuhito. She'd never bothered to keep a supply of his blood and tissue cultures around. "Don't give up yet!" Washu told them. Attempting to be buoyant. "All we need is a healthy compatible donor!"